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Second life
- Life gets me starring like i cant see
- Im declaring how deep my mind been lately
- Trailing in a creep, eyes glaring peeling seized in
- my nail feeling like their bleeding
- Theyve been sinking in my skin since shit got heavy
- Craving meals replacing em with pills
- Im crawling uphill no use of feet
- They feel overused i mean abuse from home to the streets
- Ive never seen how to succeed yet my family is the example to see
- I just lay awake, have i been a mistake?
- My birth came too late?
- Was i a prayer answered?
- Faith faded after trouble came first im cursed
- Life got so hazardous it became my minds standards
- From being told worst things than go play in traffic
- After id go pursuing things claimings like i aim to carreer my magic
- Dispeared after tragedies arrived inside my sisters steps dads fake mansion lies
- Bum ties he slumped around all night tragic he got throwned out the crib on a slide
- Fucking broke, snorting coke, buddy my roller bades glowed
- I rolled them over where u fell over as id roll over in my bed
- Image of them appeared as eyelids blackened shutting down energies dead
- my eyes prepped as my shoulder was soar, wall now holed,
- stashed it with something old Oh that fridge fitted fusho,
- damn motherfucking doodoo
- If i could i would voodoo doll yo ass a new rough road
- Maybe prison i dont know i was praying shit would stop but no
- You lubbed up, rubbed stunt another jump, skip mums love
- Christmas is done, gifts pass em up, enjoy things dont save one
- So when ma come home you left her strucked i saw her gut bloat
- I hated the punk i dreamed of gunning him with slugs
- Fucking his brains slumped, target practicing using imagination
- As i straighten my aiming everytime i went once a month
- Tried to cut his face after i saved a printing of a photo to
- Shoot, destroy, turn into a ball soak it in rum to light it
- Rip his shit the prick deserved every bit of it
- Hate speech i had many loose script, shit to say if he chooses to tandrum me sick
- Id kick rocks quick, floppy disks thrown to slit troats every minute
- "I don²t give a shit" written on everyone of them cd's
- Feel squeezed as i pinch yo eyes yall be hearing screams
- But hey he made me! Taste of yo own medicine if youd ask me
- Cigarettes for free when they caught me id neglected and selected to keep makin steam
- Smoke heavily and now my whole pulled lungs are stretching as i breath
- Finally Doctors blame my second life for scarring tissues thats keeping me free
- Habits cant always stick you see, yo health is temporairy,
- elites keep products from the populations reach
- Many of us it seems we meant to live longer than shown and to be honest i feel ive been here the longest
- Souls never coming along as clueless, gut directs me like shadys due list
- White shady pope next to black style Zucchetto im trying to rise as a cleanest
- As possible what i mean is i want positive thriving speeches not always negative preeches
- Yall leeches and ion got the patience to even put up with you geeks genz
- Medically crazy medications repeatidly change fluids
- Yo brains loosing yall complain yet proff screens
- You choosing picking up cocaine so dudes fuck off me
- Yall puppies on ma leg id drag you to my tub part of me
- Hate it thought the shit we aft to do to have shit done
- So peace can resurface rum makes me wanna brew this
- Fuck i knew i shouldnt refuel but shi thanks strain, i guess im used to it...
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